Let Me Shoulder This Blame! Chapter 29

T/N: Whew. Made it before midnight. ?

Chapter 29 

The bed was very soft. Even if he were thrown on top, it would probably not hurt much. But Wayne still laid him down gently. Wayne silently closed the door and windows, silently placed him down, and silently removed his clothes.

The power in those hands was still calm and stable, but the quick up and down undulations of his chest along with the darkness in his gaze gave Su s.h.i.+ some very unpleasant premonitions. "Wayne, listen to me explain-"

He didn't have time to explain.

The scorching breath engulfed him. A faint taste of blood seeped between his lips and teeth, mixed with an ice-cold acerbic liquid, and created a complex and heavy flavor.

Su s.h.i.+'s strength gradually lessened.

Translations by Vanilla Muse.

In the period of time just now, how painful Wayne's heart really was, Su s.h.i.+ had no way of empathizing without personal experience.

He couldn't say anything, and of course he could not explain either. This way of venting seemed to be the most effective form of comfort that he could give.

One side completely surrendered control, leaving behind only gentle tolerance and cooperation, as if offering a silent apology, but on the contrary, it gave birth to an even more serious apprehension and lingering fear in the other side.

Wayne's arms trembled slightly, exerting more strength to monopolize the pliable but tough body within his embrace. He lowered his head onto the other's neck, panting for breath. Tears fell silently.

"Don't get hurt anymore. I'm so scared, Daniel…"

Su s.h.i.+'s chest suddenly felt so painful that it was hard to breathe.

He was totally wrong.

The other party didn't know the whole truth yet. He was just thinking how much he could let Wayne vent, how much he could comfort the other person, but he didn't realize that it would push him to the abyss of despair.

Su s.h.i.+ couldn't think of an appropriate method to deal with the upcoming situation. He could only close his eyes, but his heart had become a mess.

Don't know how much time had pa.s.sed, but the sky outside the window had completely darkened when Wayne's mood finally calmed down.

The other person lay on the bed without saying a word, but it made Wayne feel uncontrollably guilty. He carefully held Su s.h.i.+'s body as he helped him clean up and change his clothes. Then he changed the bed sheets and gently laid him on top.

When Daniel was in a coma, Wayne often came over to take care of him in this way. His movements were very practiced and proficient.

Su s.h.i.+ had never been good at feigning sleep. Of course, Wayne was aware that the other party was not asleep, but he was irritated at himself for going too far, and feeling guilty, did not dare to open his mouth. He stood quietly by the bedside. Seeing that the other party was still not responding, he leaned over his forehead and lightly kissed it.

"I'll go out and check on the situation. I'll have Nathan come and take care of you. I'll be back soon…"

His tone was so soft that in the end Su s.h.i.+ couldn't bear to continue pretending to be asleep like this. He abruptly raised his hand and caught on to that person who was about to turn away and leave. Only after a moment of silence did he open his mouth to speak. "There are still a lot of things to take care of outside, and you need to personally attend to them, is that right?"

Wayne didn't know why he asked this all of a sudden, but he nodded subconsciously, and gently stroked the ends of Su s.h.i.+'s hair. "Something big like this just happened, I should go out and show my face, even if only for a bit. Are you hungry? How about I bring back something for you to eat?"

"No, I'm not hungry."

Su s.h.i.+ coughed, looked up at him half-heartedly, and touched his nose in guilty conscience: “I actually want to say that if you have a lot of things to do, then go attend to your matters first. You don't need to come back to see me later…"

"And then you will take the opportunity to run out again, show up coincidentally at the right time, and scare me into a heart attack?"

Wayne laughed involuntarily, finally releasing the air choked in his chest. He tapped Su s.h.i.+'s forehead with his fingers. "If this continues, I will have to tie you up here."

"Relax, I won't run out again."

Seeing the rare and easy smile in Wayne's eyes, Su s.h.i.+ still could not bear to say anything, but he softened his eyebrows and nodded his head. He patted the back of Wayne's hand twice. "Go. Let me rest for a while."

He was indeed worn-out from being tossed about excessively, and this sentence was really convincing. Wayne couldn't help laughing. He tucked the quilt around Su s.h.i.+ and kissed his forehead again, before finally getting up and walking out the door.

The lieutenant standing at the entrance of the stairs saw him come out, and quickly walked over: “Your Highness Wayne.”

"I keep feeling like there is something more that he wants to say… Help me pay more attention to him. I will be back soon. Notify me immediately if there is anything."

Wayne nodded slightly, whispered a few words, and told the lieutenant to remember to get some food for Daniel, and then hurried back to the office.

The room was quiet. The lieutenant knocked on the door twice and pushed it open slightly, but suddenly stood rooted in place.

It was not the first time that he had seen the Marshal fall, but the scene in front of him sent a cold s.h.i.+ver running down his spine. Something seemed to be forcefully gripping his throat, not letting him release a single sound.

The person on the bed was lying on his side, his back curved slightly, and he was trembling because of a cough. Bright red blood had already dyed the towel and the sheets.

The blood seemed to flow endlessly. As he coughed, more blood continued to rush out.

"Marshal…"